Original needlework by Siobhán Barbour
French antique embroidery patterns vs. Bikini Kill.
A little keyboard-themed sampler.
Inspired by LaFayette’s “AIDS burger” rant in True Blood.
(Granted, that’s a chicken and not a burger, but I was worried a burger sewn that small wouldn’t have looked much like a burger.)
If you have no idea what I’m talking about…then…watch it.
A little calavera, with a tiny moustache. I did these in a few other colours for The Black Market next week.
My friend Marion and I taught some stitching to women at the Belfast Feminist Network’s ‘Herstory’ event last month, and this is what I was working on.
The composition is a little askew, but I did it on the fly.
It’s tiny. It’s stupid. I did it anyway.
Quick and dirty.
(I’m dedicating this one to Beardy Dave, because he is one of those rare creatures more misanthropic than I.)
A work in progress.
Something lurid and pink.
I don’t normally make things that are so blatantly cutesy and gross, but I stitched this in a fit of optimism while making arrangements to adopt a second rabbit.
As it happens, we finally brought Lola home today; she is a grey Rex Standard (with a white belly) and she is gorgeous. Our first rabbit, Jeff, is lying in his bed in what I suspect may be a sulk.
I realise that this is something of a dead horse, but I liked how it turned out.
This is one of the pieces I managed to sell at the last Black Market in March. The next one is tomorrow, which is why I’m being really well-behaved and blogging when I could be drinking.
(And I totally ironed the kinks out before I sold it. Swear to fuck.)
The lady who purchased this from me asked if I could swap it into a plainer frame.
She was lovely, and bought it anyway…but…are you shitting me? I love these tacky frames!
Nick Cave. Yes please.
This was the first single I ever bought.
I vaguely remember dancing to this song with the handsome Carrie Davenport a few weeks ago and thinking I had to sew it. I seem to get all my best sewing ideas when I’m hammered.